Chapter 215:

Chapter 215
Mo Yi's eyes slowly swept across the empty room--
No one answered, no one appeared.
Perhaps because the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was too low, even in the midsummer sun, he still felt cold hands and feet, and a chilling chill rose from the soles of his feet, spreading along the veins and bones.
The porridge had boiled, and a buzzing screaming and struggling in the silent room.
Mo Yi looked down at his voice and reached out to close the fire.
There was no expression on the pale face, and the dark eyes seemed to be immersed in the cold black iron of Han Hanquan, making it almost impossible to see the emotions hidden in his eyes.
Mo Yi stooped to get the bowl of porridge. After eating it briefly, put the dirty bowl into the dishwasher.
He turned back to the study, followed the elevator inside the dark door and descended deeper into the ground. He crossed the tunnel outside the elevator and pushed open the door. The bright light in the laboratory was pale and dazzling. The entire empty and closed space was dead like a grave. .
Mo Yi stepped forward to the table, pulled the chair out and sat down, staring up at the huge black screen.
He slowly took a deep breath, tightened his cold and sweaty fingers, and released it again and again and again-this game controls and monitors the player through brain waves. Only in this deep underground experiment can Mo Yi be indulged I began to think for myself, and my brain that had just been forcibly emptied was finally working again.
According to his understanding of Wen Yan, it is not his style to say goodbye without warning.
Even if he needs to rest due to excessive consumption, he will tell himself in advance, instead of disappearing without a word.
And his disappearance so abruptly, it is very likely that the game is doing something.
Mo Yi knew that he was gradually approaching the truth.
Even if he tries to control his thinking as much as possible when outside, I'm afraid it's hard not to leak any thoughts. The game's treatment of Jiang Yuanrou is to advance her time in the copy, so it is not unreasonable to take his help for this. Possible thing.
But beyond that, there is another possibility.
Mo Yi remembered Wen Yi said that he gradually recovered his memory from the first copy, but even so, there are still many important key points that have never been remembered, so ... Is it possible that over time Wen Wen's memory gradually recovered, leading him to learn what games could not tolerate the truth of existence? As a result, the game has to take the initiative and urgently and urgently need to cut off the source of information in advance.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, staring silently at his cold fingers on his knees, looking pale and bleeding.
The game pulls Jiang Yuanrou into the copy in advance, in order to destroy the mouth.
So, now?
He gently moved his cold and numb fingertips, and bare skin could barely feel the existence of outside temperature.
As a third type of creature in the game, Wen Ye has existed for a long time. There must be any unspoken relationship between him and the game. Mo Yi knew that Wen Ye would not disappear so easily, but he still controlled Can't stop feeling ...
-This game is gradually depriving everyone around you.
Mo Yi raised her head, stretched out her slightly recovered fingers, and gently pressed on the keyboard.
The screen should light up.
A huge blue light curtain illuminates his pale face, reflecting a slightly cold light in the dark eyes, his lips are tight, his eyes indifferent and sharp, like the thin and bright edge of a sharp edge.
-So how could he allow this game to continue.
The data has processed the results.
Mo Yi's gaze fell on the screen for a second and never left, but he slightly moved his fingers and neck, and the rigid joints made the sound of skeletal friction. He squinted his eyes slightly.
Then comes the highlight.
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The heavy black water spread on the chest, squeezing out all the air remaining in the chest cavity, the suffocation felt as if a stone weighing more than ten thousand pounds pressed on his body, the force under his feet pulled him to fall deep, and it was cold and swampy. The touch spreads all over the body, blocking the gasping and sound in the throat, leaving nothing but silence in the ear.
Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly.
He gasped sharply, his ears buzzing, as if all the sounds were shattered and mixed into chaotic noises, causing Mo Yi's temples to jump abruptly, and the pain came from the back of his mind.
Mo Yi blinked, only to find that she had fallen asleep unconsciously on the table.
He held the edge of the table with some hard palms and slowly straightened his waist. The spine made a rattling noise along with his movements, and the inexplicable soreness spread out, making Mo Yi take a sip of cold gas.
He hadn't slept for almost three hours in the three days since Wen Ming disappeared.
One is that the time it takes for him to enter the copy is getting shorter and shorter. Seeing that it is almost time, Mo Yi can hardly find time for himself. The other is that since Wen Yi disappeared, the one who entangled him like a shadow followed him. Nightmare reappeared, and this time it became more real and scary, almost making Mo Yi wonder if he would be trapped in it and unable to wake up.
Mo Yi lowered her head, and gently pressed her palm with her fingertips. The kind of sticky dampness just remained on her skin, and the powerlessness spreading from the deep bones remained in the muscles and tendons. Can't dissipate for a long time.
He slowly took a deep breath, cleared out some of his confused thoughts, and looked up at the screen in midair.
In these days, Mo Yi's progress has been surging.
He decoded the code in that game through the calculated program, and expanded and grouped the code according to that code. The results he got couldn't help but be astonished. The size and exquisiteness of the game almost made him dizzy. ... The most terrifying thing is that according to the effects presented in the code, this game has almost touched the mysterious and marginal areas beyond human imagination.
It has been proposed that the existence of the soul is actually some kind of electromagnetic wave. Whether it is a dead soul or a living soul, it exists in the real society in the form of an energy wave, wandering between people.
And this game ... seems like an absorber of some kind of energy.
The more deeply he analyzes the game, the more shocked Mo Yi becomes.
It can even connect the real world and the world of the soul, using the only interlinked existence—electromagnetic waves as the medium—to transform the energy in it and shuttle between the two worlds without hindrance, as its energy grows and expands, Even ... able to change and manipulate it.
And, according to his previous observations and guesses, this game actually has basic intelligence. This is no longer a simple degree of data processing and analysis. It can even build bureaus, formulate strategies, hunt humans, and squeeze human use value-it has almost become a smart species existing in electromagnetic waves.
And, it has reached a perfect symbiotic relationship with some beings in another world, some souls desire to be liberated, some rituals desire to be completed, some evil desires to be satisfied with blood, and the game uses this, Constructed one copy after another, created a deadly game after game, made bets and chips with the lives of all human beings in it, and thirstyly consumed their fear and vitality.
And in countless evolutions, the code on which this game relies has gradually become perfect and indestructible.
What Mo Yi needs is to completely destroy the game and end this horrible hunt.
But ... even he had to admit the stability and perfection between its various chains, almost no flaws and vulnerable points to attack, which made Mo Yi frustrated a little.
While struggling and meditating, sleepiness came quietly, and he fell asleep on the table.
But upon waking up, the problem remained unsolved.
Mo Yi watched the green program beating on the screen, his eyebrows frowned tightly, and his fingers tapped on the table subconsciously, making a disturbing clatter.
His gaze glanced at the incomplete, garbled data on the other screen, and he couldn't help it.
That's the piece of code I found from that game that wasn't decoded.
Mo Yi seemed to suddenly think of something, straightened slightly, his eyes still fixed on the screen not far away.
...... Since the code of the game cannot be broken from the outside, what if we use a part of it as the original data to attack its ontology?
Mo Yi's eyes lightened slightly, his body leaned forward slightly, and his long and flexible five fingers jumped on the keyboard, making a crisp and dense sound, and the data on the screen flashing light green light changed rapidly with the passage of time. With increase.
In the closed space of thousands of meters underground, the speed of time seems to be extraordinarily slow, making it almost impossible to notice the changes. However, without knowing it, the flow of time seems to be too fast. Looking up at the front of the screen to look at your watch, you will be taken aback by the sudden disappearance of time.
In the next few days, he rarely left the table except for basic physiological needs.
The long-term high-intensity work has tightened Mo's nerves to the edge of near collapse. However, in this high-pressure environment, he can inspire Mo Yi to inspire and more effectively exert his abilities, as if the whole person Immersed in this horrible intensity beyond the tolerance of ordinary people, he seems to have lost the concept of time, pouring all his vitality into the small screens in front of him.
Finally, I don't know how long it took. Mo Yi's stiff fingers that could hardly be stretched due to long-time typing on the keyboard finally stopped, and the sound of keyboard tapping lingering indoors finally disappeared.
The heart and brain seemed to be numb, and even could not feel the emotion of joy.
Mo Yi blinked and felt that the world in front of him was gradually covered by the dark and dark shadows. Even if the eyelids were strongly supported, it could not be dissipated. It seemed as if a whole symphony orchestra was playing in the dull and swollen mind, as if all the sounds were being The silent sponge absorbs everything—the consciousness is like sand clenched between your fingers. The harder you press, the faster you slip away.
When passing out, Mo Yi's last thought flashed in his mind was--
Finally ... it's over.
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